ellsworths

I started out the day as a good mom. I got to the gym by 5 am to work out, made breakfast, got everyone dressed and to school on time, and took them all to the splashpad to have a picnic and play.
After doing dishes, loading and unloading everyone into the car 16 times, having a full diaper thrown at my head, catching the kids hiding in a closet scarfing down all the Easter candy right before dinner, and being told I was mean, I turned into a bad mom (i.e. Muttering "I'm about to rip someone's face off" followed by a gasp from Clark and a whispered "Did you hear that? Mom's going to rip someone's face off!")
And it's pretty much the same story every day--except the days when I just wake up mean.